Story for the Day: Pumpkin Spice
Pumpkin is not an acceptable flavouring at anytime. J aicobh was the first of the farmers to finish his lot. He left his north field fallow, mulching and rotating did not take long with help from Aiden and Adaoire, the few animals they kept were put in their pens for the winter, and Calleen cleaned the dairy and stocked the larder and reminded Jaicobh that the roof of the byre ought to be fixed during the coming cold months. The brassicas were brought in and the root vegetables were brushed and stacked, and once their stores were filled and everything that had to go to the markets was carried off, Jaicobh and Calleen stood over their fields, an arm around one another’s shoulder, the agrarian monarchs of all they surveyed, and gave a satisfied, “Well. That’s it done now.” A tender osculation was shared, Calleen went to look in on her sons and see whether they needed help with the last of the pumpkins, and Jaicobh went to the square, to take a tally of everyone’s yield and give hi